I bore the weight of worry\'s hold,
Would gardens thrive, as stories told,
Would rivers find the path they\'re shown,
Would Earth\'s own dance remain its own?
Was I mistaken, or was I right,
Could I find solace in the light,
Forgiveness sought, a chance to mend,
Could I ascend and truly transcend?
Could melodies, once lost, arise,
Like sparrows\' songs that touch the skies,
While I, uncertain and confined,
Sought answers for my troubled mind.
Yet, in the end, I glimpsed the truth,
That worry\'s grip was void and uncouth,
I cast it off, embraced the morn,
And sang anew, no longer torn.